As i child i grew up like everybody else. I was happy i wore my favorite color with pride... Pink, I wore my hair long i smiled a lot i had a lot of friends. Everyday i would read, write, study, and try like everybody else. I knew everybody and they knew me. But now i have changed i hate pink my hair is short. Most may think it's because i grew up. No that's not what happened not in a million years.
Everybody has heard of bullying in fifth grade it was the first day of school. I sat down that day we were practicing multiplication. The problem was i had never learned it in grade school so i was completely clueless. I felt so stupid. When the teacher called on me and asked whats five times seven? I simply stayed quiet. I guessed ten The class laughed at me that was the start of it all. I don't remember any of their names i know a few go to foothill. But i was never physically beaten it was more mentally. I got called ugly and stupid. I remember once my teacher pulled me out of P.E to make me rewrite an essay because it wasn't good enough for him. In P.E i was always picked last i was even teased because i couldn't run fast. The teachers knew what was going on but simply did nothing. My stuff was getting stolen i got called fat, stupid and ugly. My parents didn't know what was going on and my teachers turned a blind eye. After a few weeks i didn't have any friends nobody would sit with me during lunch. Every time i tryed to sit down they would get up and walked away. I would sit alone behind a shed in the garden with the spiders. Everyday i would cry as i eat. Tears falling from my cheeks as i slowly eat my food.
The only people that would ever talked to me were the small children. Kindergarteners and first graders. I realized that they didn't understand why i didn't talk to any other children my age. They actually worried about me. It was November the smaller children stopped talking to me. for the entire month i was alone. I was bullied, ignored, And so very alone. Finally i told my parents that i was being bulled as soon as they heard they tore me away like a piece of paper. I was so lonely. The next few days i spent home as my parents looked for a new school for me. I never even said good bye. after seven years at that school it took so little time to drive me out. after a few days i found this other school Open classroom. It was strange. But i decided to go there because well they got me to smile for the first time in months.
i visited again in seventh grade nobody looked at me in the face even the teachers had a look of shame in their eyes. They felt guilty. Finally after two years they felt guilty. i didn't say i single word to the teachers i walked away leaving them in their own puddle of guilt. I hope that they will know for rest of their lives that i was being bullied and they didn't do a single thing. Hell they watched it happened. Now i'm different it still haunts me in small ways i hate pink my hair is short i wear baggy clothes. And i can never seem to trust a single person i ever meet. Every time i tell this story people tell me to get over it. Even my parents and support friends tell me this. No i will never forget no child should have to live with that. I will forever tell my story as long as i live
Everybody has heard of bullying in fifth grade it was the first day of school. I sat down that day we were practicing multiplication. The problem was i had never learned it in grade school so i was completely clueless. I felt so stupid. When the teacher called on me and asked whats five times seven? I simply stayed quiet. I guessed ten The class laughed at me that was the start of it all. I don't remember any of their names i know a few go to foothill. But i was never physically beaten it was more mentally. I got called ugly and stupid. I remember once my teacher pulled me out of P.E to make me rewrite an essay because it wasn't good enough for him. In P.E i was always picked last i was even teased because i couldn't run fast. The teachers knew what was going on but simply did nothing. My stuff was getting stolen i got called fat, stupid and ugly. My parents didn't know what was going on and my teachers turned a blind eye. After a few weeks i didn't have any friends nobody would sit with me during lunch. Every time i tryed to sit down they would get up and walked away. I would sit alone behind a shed in the garden with the spiders. Everyday i would cry as i eat. Tears falling from my cheeks as i slowly eat my food.
The only people that would ever talked to me were the small children. Kindergarteners and first graders. I realized that they didn't understand why i didn't talk to any other children my age. They actually worried about me. It was November the smaller children stopped talking to me. for the entire month i was alone. I was bullied, ignored, And so very alone. Finally i told my parents that i was being bulled as soon as they heard they tore me away like a piece of paper. I was so lonely. The next few days i spent home as my parents looked for a new school for me. I never even said good bye. after seven years at that school it took so little time to drive me out. after a few days i found this other school Open classroom. It was strange. But i decided to go there because well they got me to smile for the first time in months.
i visited again in seventh grade nobody looked at me in the face even the teachers had a look of shame in their eyes. They felt guilty. Finally after two years they felt guilty. i didn't say i single word to the teachers i walked away leaving them in their own puddle of guilt. I hope that they will know for rest of their lives that i was being bullied and they didn't do a single thing. Hell they watched it happened. Now i'm different it still haunts me in small ways i hate pink my hair is short i wear baggy clothes. And i can never seem to trust a single person i ever meet. Every time i tell this story people tell me to get over it. Even my parents and support friends tell me this. No i will never forget no child should have to live with that. I will forever tell my story as long as i live